Sarcophagus

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth Welcome to the devil's place Burning in eternal flames is where your body finna lay Baker with the double Glock, he screams He'll break your fuckin' face Triple six is what we're chanting while we're tearing up the place Run yo' mouth, bitch, run yo' mouth What the fuck you talking 'bout? If you talking all that shit, then let me see what you about G*59 in that motherfucking place $UICIDEBOY$ and Ramirez taking over this bitch, mane Anna got me clicking, tripping, ripping on my fuckin' TEC If a busta' run his mouth, an' then I'm aiming at his chest Resurrected from the dead, Noob Saibot Hit him with a fatal shot Grip his heart and rip it out Look into the fuckin' darkness see the fuckin' black abyss Stare into the fuckin' shadows and begin to worship the six Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin' head Looking for the fuckin' bloodshed Murder is what they said Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right, Point me a tone, right Point, point, point, point Point, point, point, point Point, point, point, point They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six Keepin' the shit too thick, the $carecrow without a stitch Got to lay it down to drop a busta or a sucka Hail Satan, motherfuckers, keep the meanin' undercover Snatch a purse from your mother, put a bullet in your brother Ain't another motherfucker makes you suffer like I suffer, hoe 59 ways to murder all in one day The $uicide craze will have you going insane Stillness broken by reply And still, they be wondering why I'm constantly getting high And trying to just end my life With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved Tombstone without a name, I'm just another slave Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a Point Motherfuckers want to talk shit Bark all you want, bitch I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness Now you nothing but an arm-less carcass Bugs start to harvest This was your fate regardless Targets think I'm harmless, but they end up on my carpet Threads turning scarlet, and so begins the carnage Find them in the garbage Carving in my name, I gotta say it's fucking tarnished Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone Been too long Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon Long money in my palm Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn, hoe Point me a tone, right